Paper-mâché me around your wrist
a cast to call the time, to be your watch
Bead me through your ears
and hear me dangle
Braid my body to beautify yours
your masterpiece; your art
It's a travesty the sign reads "Do Not Touch"
for you stand in a museum now
in a glass case, as memorabilia,
as a token of a love short-lived
and I want to unlock you and
spend the afternoon in play- only this time,
you'd let me win
and this time
it'd only be a game and we'd be okay at sundown.
And I wouldn't have pushed you away
for envy, insecurity,
like the hummingbird
who knows the more honey she seeks
the closer to her defeat she becomes
I couldn't help myself.
I loved, but I never learned a love that
lets things happen as they may,
that hands hearts to fate and feels okay with it.
Sometimes, I think, you have to make things happen.
And I make things.
I create,
and we are a collage.
A couple.
Me- gluing my life
to yours,
cutting my life
to suit yours,
the colors both compliment and contrast
it was a fast project what we made.
And the pride I felt
holding it up to the light,
watching our faces dance
by my hand's movements,
but you can't bring picture perfect to life that way...
Though my memory sees our caring arts and crafts game-
it fails to remember
the quiet rustle of wastebasket
and the scraps that never were
quite contained.
a cast to call the time, to be your watch
Bead me through your ears
and hear me dangle
Braid my body to beautify yours
your masterpiece; your art
It's a travesty the sign reads "Do Not Touch"
for you stand in a museum now
in a glass case, as memorabilia,
as a token of a love short-lived
and I want to unlock you and
spend the afternoon in play- only this time,
you'd let me win
and this time
it'd only be a game and we'd be okay at sundown.
And I wouldn't have pushed you away
for envy, insecurity,
like the hummingbird
who knows the more honey she seeks
the closer to her defeat she becomes
I couldn't help myself.
I loved, but I never learned a love that
lets things happen as they may,
that hands hearts to fate and feels okay with it.
Sometimes, I think, you have to make things happen.
And I make things.
I create,
and we are a collage.
A couple.
Me- gluing my life
to yours,
cutting my life
to suit yours,
the colors both compliment and contrast
it was a fast project what we made.
And the pride I felt
holding it up to the light,
watching our faces dance
by my hand's movements,
but you can't bring picture perfect to life that way...
Though my memory sees our caring arts and crafts game-
it fails to remember
the quiet rustle of wastebasket
and the scraps that never were
quite contained.
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